Walk Like A Shinigami
by Anger House
Summary: AU [RenxIchi]xBya]xRuk] The bleach cast deal with contemporary issues.
1. First Set

_This fic is rated __MATURE__. You should not be reading unless you're at least __fourteen__. (And for the dude who's counting- this is my responsible deed for the day.)_

**WALK LIKE A SHINIGAMI**  
**first set: following fate off the cliff**

_**1. DUSTING**_

You're nothing special.

"No? You don't think so?"

No.

He laughs, "Well, I have _this_ to make me feel special."

A picture is shaking against the wall- only slightly. He watches it bounce forward and watches it fall back. It just quivers silently, unheard over the fuzz of loud voices; loud music; loud steps.

His left cheek rises, pulling his lips to the side. "Don't you want to feel special too?"

Yes. I want to feel special.

He twined a thin, pale finger into the man's red hair, "I'll make you feel _so_ special."

_**2. JAMAIS VU**_

"For as long as I remember…" There was a pause before the teenager continued, "I've been able to see ghosts."

"Are they invisible?"

"What? No. I just said I was able to see them."

"I'm sorry. Please continue," insisted the man sitting across from him. He began to scratch down notes as he adjusted the thick frames of his glasses.

"Well, It's more of a nuisance really. What're you writing down?"

"Ichigo," he rasped. "How long have you been bleaching your hair?"

"I told you. It's natural."

"Yes, of course. My apologies. Then, shall we wrap things up for today?"

Bustling noises could be heard from down the hall. All of it made it hard to hear the voice traveling through the phone, "You need a ride home?"

"I'll walk."

"So… what did the doc have to say?"

"Not much."

"Son?"

"Hm?"

"We don't think your crazy. You don't need-"

"I know. I'm doing fine. I want to be here," the boy reported to his father. A sudden thud echoed behind him. "I've got to go Dad. Say hi to Karin and Yuzu for me." He hung up the phone and peeked over his shoulder. It was dark. The lights were dim and flickered out of sync. The boy squinted. He could make out a red glow from down the hall. It swayed with the nearing footsteps. A ghost, perhaps?

He shut his eyes and listened closer. He felt an abrupt draft of cigarette smoke enter his lungs; it left a bitter taste in his mouth. The steps got louder and he felt a passing of wind brush on his skin, as if someone had walked by him. He forced his eyes open. His gaze fell onto the broad shoulders that had passed him. He watched as the tall figure pitched the lit cigarette onto the carpet. His bright red hair was tied behind his head and he faded into the shadows.

_Who was that?_ The boy exited the building, unsettled. _A solid body, composed of matter able to create wind… so why couldn't I hear its heartbeat?_

_**3. FOG**_

"You've been smoking again," her voice was low. Her eyes were fixed on the television screen as he entered the apartment. He rubbed his palms over his wind-chilled arms. He'd missed the bus. "See? Smoking gives you bad blood circulation. It's winter. You should dress warmer."

He forced out a breath of air. "Is Byakuya around?"

"At work 'til morning."

"Good. I'm gonna take a shower."

"Renji?"

"Rukia?"

"Don't smoke in my apartment."

…

Thunder woke him. It was not outside; the storm was in the next room. Something hit the ground, probably a chair. Two voices cracked. Screams and thumps like lightening and thunder. He rolled from the bed, tossing away the musty sheets. Rukia had never been one for laundry. He planted his feet on the dusty floors. Byakuya had never been one for sweeping. He passed through the storm in the next room.

"You fucking asshole! I hate you! God! Just fucking- fuck!" She was loud, angry.

"If you don't calm the fuck down, I'll kill you! Seriously! Here and now!" Byakuya was loud, angry. Renji passed behind them and entered the fridge. He'd never been one for chivalry.

_**4. YESTERDAY'S GHOST**_

"Tell me more about your social life, Ichigo."

"My social life?" He gave it some thought. "What in particular?"

"I would like you to tell me more about this new friend of yours," the man adjusted his glasses. "His name, hm," he shuffled through some papers.

"…Byakuya Kuchiki."

"Yes, that's him. Have you spoken with each other lately?"

"Last night. We work together at the gas station."

"I see."

"He's really the only person I talk to, but that's probably because he's the only guy in America, I know, that can speak fluent Japanese."

"You're having trouble settling in?"

"A bit. I miss Japan sometimes."

The air was sharp. Outside the building, Ichigo stood by the bus stop. Ice froze onto the sidewalk, its touch climbing onto the buildings and into the pale sky. Ichigo felt his body temperature lowering. It was cold.

A body moved beside him, enshrouding him in shadows. He glanced sideways at the stranger. The tall figure blotted out the sun. Its glowing edges obscured his face and cast it in darkness. There was the strike of a lighter and Ichigo breathed in a bitter smoke.

"Hope ya don't mind," the stranger said. His fingers were blanched in the cold. Ichigo shook his head. He couldn't speak. He tried not to stare at the man, but he seemed the sort to attract attention.

Inky lines jolted from his brows and into his jagged, red hairline. It was odd, uncommon. The stranger's eyes fell onto him, his red eyes. "You Ichigo Kurosaki by any chance? Or… Kurosaki Ichigo? It's all backwards in Japan, isn't it?"

Ichigo's mouth gaped.

"Yeah, I thought so." He left the cigarette rolling between his lips and offered his hand to Ichigo. "I'm Renji Abarai. I live with Byakuya Kuchiki. Your friends, no? I saw you at his work once. He talks about you sometimes."

"Oh," was all he could muster. He accepted the hand in formal greeting, feeling Renji's pulse beneath his pale flesh.

**_5. SLIP_**

Hands sought skin.

The air sank, heavy and hot. Unbearably hot. Fingers curled under Ichigo's shirt, lifting it over his head. He breathed heavy; his face flushed and sweating, his mouth receptive; taking.

Renji's hot tongue slid into his mouth; running along its roof. Air was sucked through the corners of their mouths. Tongues engaged. His heart thumping strongly, his had curled around Ichigo's damp nape; blood rushing wildly.

A mouth clamped onto Ichigo's neck. Below his jaw, he feels a gentle sucking. He hears himself breathing. Is it him? His hands grip onto Renji. He feels his body yield under a kiss. In his belly, desires stir. They ache. He craves.

"Renji," his voice is breathy, broken. He feels the mouth slide onto his chest. Renji's tongue licks his skin, causing a trickling in the boy's muscles. The sensation spreads, fading and returning again. His nipples harden. He grabs onto Renji's face, pulling it to his lips.

A shaky friendship forged; its awkward months passed into familiarity. Six months of confidence, all changed under a hidden lust. Their breaking point is reached. The result is thus: a tugging of flesh, a missed breath and two men kissing in someone else's apartment.

He whispers Renji's name. Both are friends, now lovers and in only seconds. An inclination for more is offered with a wandering hand. It creeps lower down Ichigo's thigh-

There's a knock at the door.

They pull apart.

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	2. Second Set

_This fic is rated __MATURE__. You should not be reading unless you're at least __fourteen__. (And for the dude who's counting- this is my responsible deed for the day.)_

**WALK LIKE A SHINIGAMI**  
_**second set: the bone-crushing fall**_

_**6. POSSESSION**_

Shiny strands of black hair sway over his thin face. "Lets try something new," he says. Renji settles into the couch. Rukia is not home. It's just them. "I got this for you. Just for you," he says, he coos. His fingers come around Renji's arm, cool and dry. Renji watches through heavy lids, another substance already working through his system. A cool prick rests on his forearm.

"What's this?" Renji asks quietly. Byakuya smiles.

"Sweet Lady H."

"That's pretty serious shit."

"I know," he brings his lips onto Renji's forearm.

"Do it," he whispers, clenching his fist. His veins pulse in his arm, thickening and protruding. Byakuya smiles and brings the cool metal into Renji's skin. He pushes it into the flesh; a drop of blood oozes down the forearm. "Easy," he breathes and the pressure of the needle alleviates.

"Sorry," Byakuya murmurs and slowly presses the syringe with his thumb. The cool liquid flows into the blood. It's carried away. The needle recedes. He brings a palm onto Renji's face, his thumb sliding across the other man's lips. Renji was his creature- his, and not Ichigo's.

**_7. WE ARE SHADOWS_ **

Where was the sun? Had it sunken into the darkness so early? The clock blinked with red numbers. Only seven p.m. Ichigo rested his arms against the counter, listening to the outside traffic and watching the musty sky through large plastic windows. Byakuya walked in through the door. Ding.

"Ichigo," he smiles. "How's it?"

"We should get paid more."

"Yeah," he says. "Pumping gas is a bitch." He leans against the counter and breaths in. "Still haunted?"

It was a sudden question.

"Um," Ichigo answers. "Yeah."

"You don't tell me about them anymore. You know, the ghosts?" And he seems genuinely concerned. His slight brows lift.

"There," Ichigo points to an empty corner.

"For real?"

"No."

Byakuya laughs, "Seriously, dude. When was the last time you saw one?"

"You in the mood for a scary story or something?"

"It's creepy out," he says, glancing out the window. "Dark and quiet. I think it's only right." Ichigo sighed. The refrigerators hummed.

"I see them all the time but… There was this one time," His eyes drift onto the cameras that silently watch. "A few months after I started working here, I was at therapy. I was calling my Dad in the hall." He thought of how to form his next words. "And I see this guy coming towards me. He walks right by me, doesn't even look. I felt him pass by me. He was smoking, and I could smell it in the halls… as if it were real. He was dead though, just a ghost."

"…That wasn't scary."

Ichigo laughs. "The thing is, after a few days, I'm at the bus stop and I smell that same cigarette smoke. And there he is, alive, but I could've sworn he was dead just the other day. I could've sworn it."

The raven-haired man paled. "For serious?"

"And he knew my name. He knew you. I shook his hand. He introduced himself as Renji Abarai," a faint smile played at Ichigo's lips, his gaze simple and forward.

"Hold on, there! …You're telling me you saw Renji's ghost like half a year ago?"

"Obviously I didn't. You and me both know that he's very much alive."

"And kicking."

"Yup," Ichigo sighs.

"Is that why you've been spending so much time with him?"

Ichigo's gaze jumped to Byakuya. "What?"

"Ichigo?" Byakuya looks down. "Do you… like Renji?"

"What the fuck are you getting at?" His voice is agitated.

"Just never mind."

_**8. NOISE**_

A choke caught in Rukia's throat. She struggled to push it out. Just get it all out. She breathed heavily in the face of the grubby toilet. Mucus ran down her nose and she sniffed forcefully. A waft of odor hit her. "Fuck," she cried. "Doesn't anyone clean this fucking toilet?! God!"

Renji looked at the encrusted ring of substances in the bowl. It was like the color of Ichigo's hair. "No. No one cleans the toilet," he said, holding Rukia's hair behind her head. The mucus dripped between her lips and her cheeks popped out. Her eyes bugged and she dipped her head back into the toilet. Her body racked against her pumping stomach. Renji glanced in the toilet bowl. "Doesn't look like you've been eating," he said, noticing that she was only vomiting mucus.

"Well, la-de-fucking-dah. Look at that, eh?" she whined miserably. Her eyes were red and leaking, along with her nose and mouth; drool gathered at the corners. She breathed through her lips, strings of spit sticking between her teeth.

"Why aren't you eating?"

"Can't fucking afford to eat," her voice was thick and angry. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and Renji flushed the toilet.

"You're going to starve to death. You should eat."

"Are an idiot? I just fucking- fuck you!"

Renji scooped her up from her armpits and escorted her out of the bathroom. Ribs popped out of her waxy skin. She looked like a walking skeleton.

"Stop forcing yourself to throw up," he said. Rukia sat on a stool in the kitchen. He dug into his pocket and produced a pack of cigarettes. He pressed one between his lips and placed the other between Rukia's. She stared lazily at him. "Smoking well make you skinny too," he said lighting his cigarette. Tendrils of smoke curled out of his mouth and floated above him. "So," he offered his lighter to Rukia, "This way you can eat at the same time."

She took the lighter and struck it, letting her cigarette hover above it. "And this way," Renji continued, "I'll be able to smoke in the apartment."

_**9. TORCH RED**_

"You shouldn't smoke so much," Ichigo said, breaking the silence. Renji looked up from the sidewalk. He pulled the cigarette from his mouth and breathed out the smoke before taking another drag. "Seriously, How many packs do you smoke a day?"

"Two." Renji spit out the butt and lit another cigarette. Ichigo snatched the pack of Marlboro Reds.

"Not around me, 'kay?"

Renji rolled the lit cigarette between his fingers, staring at it thoughtfully. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip and bit into it. He wanted the cigarette, but he'd already thrown it under his shoe. "Fine," he said and they continued walking. Renji shoved his hands into his pockets.

"…Don't even get angry," Ichigo sighed.

"Not angry."

"Good."

"…You hate it that much?"

"Yeah, I do." Ichigo looked into Renji's blood colored eyes. "I hate how you smell like them all the time." Renji lifted his brows and looked forward, almost smiling. "And it tastes really gross when you kiss me."

Renji frowned, "If you hate it that much, then… I quit. I won't smoke anymore, but," Ichigo held his breath, "now my excuse to visit you at work is gone; since I won't be buying cigarettes."

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	3. Third Set

_This fic is rated __MATURE__. You should not be reading unless you're at least __fourteen__. (And for the dude who's counting- this is my responsible deed for the day.)_

**WALK LIKE A SHINIGAMI**  
_**third set: agony of the canyon **_

_**10. GRAVE SECRETS, PART 1**_

"Over here," the voice was calling to him in a whisper, a beckoning in the darkness. Ichigo struggled to keep up, losing his way in the misty night.

"Byakuya!" he whispered harshly. "Wait!" He eyed the fleck of color running ahead of him. "Stop for a sec!" Byakuya disappeared ahead of him. He ran aimlessly, calling for his friend silently, "Byakuya!" The fleck of color rematerialized in front of him. "There you-!"

"There," his friend pointed. Ichigo froze. A cool breeze blew over his sweat-dampened face. He grabbed Byakuya's dim flashlight.

"I don't believe it," he whispered, crouching in front of the gray stone. Amidst all of the graves of the cemetery they had trespassed on, laid one with the name Renji Abarai carved into it. "No fucking way."

_**11. LADY**_

Renji sat outside the bathroom door. Through the wall, he could hear the spraying and trickling of Ichigo showering. His eyes sealed shut, hidden under strands of red hair. The shower stopped. He listened as Ichigo stepped out. He could feel the footsteps sound from within the wall; the door nudged him in the side as it opened.

"What the hell are you doing back there?" Ichigo smiled, a damp towel wrapped around his waist. "I thought you were watching TV?" Renji shook his head. Ichigo crouched in front of the silent man, whose fingers reach and tucked themselves into the edge of Ichigo's towel. "What?" Ichigo teased.

"Take this off," he said lowly. Renji moved onto Ichigo. The boy's spine rolled until he was on his back, looking up at Renji.

"Are we actually going to do this?" Ichigo asked. Renji looked up at the ceiling and rolled onto his back, lying next to him.

"No."

"Ah," Ichigo sighed, disappointed.

"I can't concentrate. Mind's too full."

"Doesn't take much to fill it."

"Give me a break, I'm tryin' to get clean. My libido is broken."

Ichigo laughed, "alright! Alright!" Renji lay quietly, scarcely breathing. "What're you thinking about?"

"Cigarettes."

Ichigo lifted an eyebrow. "I'm naked, you know."

Renji's eyes rolled onto Ichigo. He checked him out, "it's nice and everything but… nope, I'm still thinking about cigarettes and smack."

Ichigo faked a smile. "You'll get through it. How long have you been clean?"

"Four days."

"Oh boy."

**_12. GRAVE SECRETS, PART 2_ **

"So maybe you're not _so_ crazy," Byakuya suggested, his youthful face twisted from his normal impassive expression. "Maybe you really _do_ see people who aren't there, you know, like you were saying?"

"Don't be an idiot." Ichigo swallowed. "This is probably his grandpa or something." Byakuya looked away.

"Renji doesn't have any relatives. I'm his family. Me and Rukia."

"What're you talking about?"

"Rukia's my sister. We let Renji come live with us, 'coz well… I'm sure you can guess. That kid was probably born on meth."

Ichigo stiffened. "What did you say?"

Byakuya took in the night air, his white breath dispersing as he exhaled. "Oh? Did you think it was just lady?" He tilted up his chin and let loose a throaty laugh, "Oh, come on Ichigo! Are you that naïve?" His lips tugged into a wide smile. "No, our friend chases both dragons."

"Why?" was all Ichigo could manage, not really sure of what he'd asked.

"You should stop whatever you're doing with him. I've known him for a long time, since I was six. And I know you're thinking, 'what do _I_ know? I'm _just_ fifteen', right?" He looked over at Ichigo. "Well, you and Ren might be a few years older, but… Ren hasn't changed since I've known him. He doesn't care about anyone 'n I don't want to see you get hurt, so-"

"So what? I should just abandon him?" Ichigo stood. "No. No, I don't think so."

"That's not what I said. Just don't… get your hopes up, is all I'm saying."

"Byakuya… why'd you take me here?"

"To plant a doubt in your mind." Byakuya sucked in the cool air. "He won't change. You'll see." And he began leading Ichigo away from the tombstone.

_**13. SERAPH**_

"Shut," Rukia's mouth was stretched open, "your," her brows crossed, "fucking," her arms wailing, "mouth!"

"Get out of here!" Byakuya roared. "Leave! Go! Just get out!"

"Your such a sick fuck! You hear me? Sick!" Rukia's voice broke.

"I'm sick? You're disgusting! You've got dried come on your bed from months ago! You fucking whore!"

"Fuck you!" Rukia's eyes poured. The storm has begun. The rain has gotten in. Renji is on the couch, lost in his own contemplation. "Why? Why, Byakuya?! How could you offer this to him?!" She pointed at Renji, who held the needle in his cold hand. He tilted it to the side, watching the liquid flow. He wanted it, but couldn't make himself take it.

"He makes his own choices!" Byakuya screamed. "This is his choice!"

"You!" Her voice was hoarse and furious. "You're killing him! Don't you get it?! You did this to him! You're feeding the fire! Sometimes people need other people to make choices for them! You're killing him!"

"No! I'm keeping him alive!"

"No, you're keeping him with you."

Byakuya shoved her.

_**14. BEAD**_

Ichigo stares ahead; frozen; terrified. He watches as Renji steps toward him. Moon lights his crimson hair, and highlights his long body. The man lifts his head. "Let me stay here tonight," he says, his breathing quick and shallow. His knuckles wrap around Ichigo's arms. Panic washes over his red eyes. "Please," he says. He stands on the porch waiting and bloody.

"What happened?"

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	4. Fourth Set

_This fic is rated __MATURE__. You should not be reading unless you're at least __fourteen__. (And for the dude who's counting- this is my responsible deed for the day.)_

**WALK LIKE A SHINIGAMI**  
_**fourth set: two hundred and six broken bones**_

_**15. REAPER**_

There's blood spilled on the floor. They all look at her and she doesn't understand. Why? Their mouths are moving, but they don't speak. She lies still on her back and then she realizes the blood is probably hers.

She forces her defiant breath. Her limbs will not move. What has she lost? She wants it back. Give it back. Her fright fades and she remembers those words Renji told her. How he'd told her that he was getting clean. He was done. He found something worth fighting for. He'd said, "I love him more than this."

Oh, love, love, love! Yes, love unites and death divides! Her mouth curves into a smile. Her skull got cracked on the counter, just a slight shove at a bad direction.

Her brain quits.

This was her fortuitous death.

_**16. GRAVE SECRETS, PART 3**_

There are no tears for death. There is no sadness, only regret. He stands at her grave. His shiny, black hair blowing. His sister is dead. Unintentionally, he caused it, but he does not cry.

There are no tears for death.

His red hair blows as he stands next to her brother, a hand on his shoulder. "Never stand at her grave and cry," he says. "She's not there."

Ichigo shifts behind them. He didn't know her, only her story.

"Then where?" Byakuya asks.

Renji walks, motioning for the boy to follow. Ichigo trails behind. The path is lit with sunlight, rendering it unfamiliar. He leads them to his grave. He stands before it. The gray stone with his name carved into it.

Ichigo holds his shock.

"I," Renji says, crouching and running a hand in the grass of his grave, "don' sleep here…Where is Rukia? She's," he smiles, "everywhere." A breeze blows between the graves; the drafts carry leaves and birds. In the air is spring. In the sky are crystalline clouds. Rukia is everywhere.

"Who's grave is that?" It's Ichigo who speaks. He sees the faint form of the sister near the redheaded man. The ghost clings to him, but why?

Renji glances at his grave, "Mine."

Why is his face so serene?

**_17. CYLINDER_ **

Something is stuck in the air conditioning. They can hear it from the window, the constant wapping- just wap, wap, wap.

"Somethin's in the AC," Renji says. Ichigo nods. It sounds like a shovel dragging across the driveway. "Maybe you should fix it, so it doesn't like… blow up or something."

"It won't blow up," he answers.

"But what if it does?"

"I don't care if it does."

Wap. Wap. Wap. "Seriously dude."

"It won't blow up."

Renji pauses. "What if I smack it?"

"What?"

"You know," he gestures crudely. "Smack it."

"Why would you smack it?"

"To shut it up."

"That doesn't actually work."

"Ima try it." Renji gets off the couch.

"Don't!"

"What?"

"Don't smack it."

"Why not? I'm already here."

"You'll break it."

"Damn thing's already broken. Listen to it."

"Don't smack it."

"Ima smack it."

"Do… not… smack… my AC."

Renji lifts his hand.

"If you smack it, it'll blow for sure."

Renji lowers his hand and sits back next to Ichigo. "I never thought 'a that," he says. "You think it would?"

"Definitely."

Wap, wap, wap.

"…Ichigo… I'm bored. I can't stand just sitting around like this. I needa do something."

"Just sit still."

"Can't."

"Get your hands away from me."

"Ichigo…"

"Just sit still!"

"I can't!"

"Hey! Relax, would ya?"

"Can't! Ima active type 'a person."

"Just," Ichigo flails, catching Renji's wrists, "sit still, eh? Hey! Don't lick me."

"Mmm."

"Renji! Byakuya will be here any minute!"

"Ichigoo…" The man's lips met with Ichigo's neck.

"Uhnn."

"…I… brushed my teeth this morning," his lips moved against the boy's skin.

"What?! Why're you saying _that_ now?"

"Mm, 'cause I just remembered. I can still taste the mint, check it out."

"…Ah, yeah… you taste good… for once. Ah! Don't bite!"

An angry shout erupted, overwhelming the constant wapping of the AC. The words, 'don't do _that_ on _my_ couch!' rang in their ears. The guilty two sat up, peering over the side of the black sofa. Byakuya covered his eyes. His cheeks were bright with rushing blood. "Oh God! I hope you two are at least clothed!"

Renji grins, "Yeah, of course dude. Hey, when'd ya get in?"

"Get off me already," Ichigo huffs, throwing the larger man onto the floor.

Thud.

Wap, wap wap.

"Unbelievable. That couch is new. New!" Byakuya whines. "You better not have stained it!"

"Relax dude," Renji says from the floor. "Everything's still new."

Byakuya composes himself, "Alright, let's just _go_… before we're late."

"Okay!" Renji says, leaping up from the floor. "So that place checked out then? It's totally haunted for real?"

"Yes, and in dire need of exorcism, more importantly- our rent is overdue so… go 'annihilate' _it_ and bring home some cash."

"I don't _annihilate_," Renji pouts. "I help souls pass over."

Byakuya scoffs, "Well, under the yellow pages, it's exorcism. So _exorcise_."

Ichigo clasps a hand around Renji's open and flapping mouth, "Yeah, yeah. We get it. Come on, Renji. I'll help you find it. Let's go."

"Right," Renji says. "And when we get back, Ichigo, we can-"

"-Ah! Don't be so open about your sexuality! Some people don't want to hear about it!" Byakuya shouts.

"What? Who _wouldn't_?" Renji asks. "I'm fascinating."

"You're insane," Ichigo says.

**End.**

**And if you're still with me, you may be asking: "_What the hell was this?!_" **

**Answer: Should I have some explaining to do?  
Well, this was an experimental fic for me. That's all.**

**Asking: Should I have rated it TEEN? **

**Answer: It doesn't matter what I rate it because kids'll still read MATURE shit, and it ain't my problem.**

**Asking: This was a suck-ass conclusion! **

**Answer: (Wait, that's not a question.) Well, then I suppose it matches the chapters, eh? **

**Asking: Why are all your stories the same? Why don't you get some new material?**

**Answer: I have shit for brains. I can't write anything happy or romantic to save my  
miserable life. If you want a feel good story, or even a story with some sort of moral, go watch Shrek or something.**

**Asking: Um, who's asking? **

**No Answer.**

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